I plant
stuck potted
all but 
green grew
hardly watered 
never knowing 
the jungle 
until at
last tossed
pitched aside
for lack
of blossoms
a chance 
found me
and moved 
me into 
a garden 
with thee
and now 
I sing
the sweet
fragrance of 
my freedom 
in bloom 

People want what 
they think is 
what they don’t 
know is what 
they often find 
life is mystery 
more than certainty 
from the ashes 
most things grow 
from the dust 
we are born 
look not then
for things that 
you cannot see
for while there
you won’t be 

There are some 
that no one 
can take or
even find for 
from within they
come knowledge peace 
and happiness are
some still people 
try but fear
not for those 
found within can 
never be shared 
except by those 
who have found 
their way in